Lucy Maud Montgomery

(30 November 1874 – 24 Nisan 1942 / New London)

Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems

81. The Voyagers 1/3/2003
82. The Watchman 1/3/2003
83. The Wind 1/3/2003
84. The Wood Pool 1/3/2003
85. To My Enemy 1/3/2003
86. To One Hated 1/3/2003
87. Twilight 1/3/2003
88. Twilight And I Went Hand In Hand 1/3/2003
89. Twilight In The Garden 1/3/2003
90. Two Loves 1/3/2003
91. Unrecorded 1/3/2003
92. When The Dark Comes Down 1/3/2003
93. When The Fishing Boats Go Out 1/3/2003
94. Which Has More Patience -- Man Or Woman? 1/3/2003
95. While The Fates Sleep 1/3/2003
96. With Tears They Buried You Today 1/3/2003
97. You 1/3/2003

Comments about Lucy Maud Montgomery

  • Bev Orris (2/3/2018 3:17:00 AM)

    I love all her novels, short stories and poems She is a painter but uses words, not paint

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  • Paul Amrod Paul Amrod (5/28/2016 4:21:00 PM)

    A very gorgeous poem filled with challenges. With a good review of the rare words one comes to a very conclusive and touching result. I enjoy this type of romantic fantasy. This method has captured me in my own work.

Best Poem of Lucy Maud Montgomery

A Summer Day


The dawn laughs out on orient hills
And dances with the diamond rills;
The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs
The silken, beaded gossamers;
In the wide valleys, lone and fair,
Lyrics are piped from limpid air,
And, far above, the pine trees free
Voice ancient lore of sky and sea.
Come, let us fill our hearts straightway
With hope and courage of the day.


Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower,
Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower,
Where bees hold honeyed fellowship
With the ripe blossom of her lip;
All silent are...

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In An Old Town Garden

Shut from the clamor of the street
By an old wall with lichen grown,
It holds apart from jar and fret
A peace and beauty all its own.

The freshness of the springtime rains
And dews of morning linger here;
It holds the glow of summer noons
And ripest twilights of the year.

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